the idea of her husband's prick going up where I had been
three times; my prick began to stiffen, and then droop, then rise again.
I felt sure that, at the feel of her quim I should be all right. "If I
can once get it up her, once feel her cunt-lips closing round it, get a
good clip round her buttocks, I am sure I can fuck her again before they
come back from the hay-field," thought I gently frigging my cock, and
looking through a crack in the door.

She came back. I went at her in the cow-house; the only immediate fear
now was that a servant might come from the Hall. To make the story
short, I got her into the barn, where the light was less; and she let me
do more as I liked. I had a look at a thick brown-haired motte, a belly,
and a pair of white round thighs a duchess might have been proud of,
I kissed her cunt, and fumbling about from her navel to her arse-hole,
fucking her with a long lingering fuck which left us both silent, and
enervated. My cock lingered up her as I lay quiet, squeezing my belly up
to hers, my lips still against her rosy mouth, and said, "You will have
a boy this day nine months."

And she did have a boy that day nine months. A second time that prophecy
had come true alas!

With a kiss we parted; men were returning from the fields. I got to the
Hall. At dinner my aunt said, "Walter you should have given us help, all
should help hay-making, when rain comes on; but you are too lazy; what
have you been doing?" "Dear aunt, I have been reading steadily ever
since." Said she, "How fond of reading you are for a young man of your
age; how you can like to be so much alone, as you have been lately I
cannot imagine, it would be better if you took more exercise." She did
not know the condition my cock had been in. And my mother was delighted
at my being in the country, thinking I was getting steadier, and away
from bad company.

CHAPTER V.

Aunt at the dairy.--Morning amusements with Pender.--Female
hay-makers.--Mrs. Whiteteeth.--An exhibition of cock.--
Against a field-gate.--A night on the grass.--A sight from
the barn-loft.--Robert the page.--Molly.

I could scarcely sleep that night. Pender seemed to me the most
delicious woman I had ever poked. What if excitement had brought back
the clap! what if I had clapped her! I had never after the clap had a
woman until the doctor said I might. When I awakened, to my joy my prick
was as dry as a bone; a woman was what I had want